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A Quiet Snack

There once was a squirrel so sweet
Who climbed up the house to eat.
He perched on the sill
And sat there quite still
Until it was time to repeat!

Note: Poetic form is a Limerick. This little darling scales up two stories to perch on our window sill nearly every day. He usually brings a spot of food with him, too. Just look at his tiny hands!! Domer is home for the holidays, so I’m taking a few days off to play. Merry Christmas, one and all — I’ll be back soon!

Animals DO love Christmas, Linda, and I’m sure Dixie’s behavior has been purrfect, so she needs a present! Funny how cat-owners refer to the man in red as Santa Claws, while we dog-owners call him Santa Paws! Merry Christmas to you, my friend!

Glad you mentioned that, DD — when poor Dallas saw that squirrel sitting on the sill, he had a hissy-fit! He soo wanted to give chase, and the squirrel had that smug look on his face, kind of like, Can’t get me here, big guy!! Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Thanks, Dawn. The hungry little fur-ball is driving poor Dallas nuts with his chattering, gathering, and digging — not to mention that flitting tail-thingy they all do! Merry Christmas to all of you as well!

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Irish Blessing:

Whenever I dream, It seems I dream
Of Erin's rolling hills.
Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes
And little babbling rills.
I hear a colleen's lilting laugh
Across a meadow fair,
And in my dreams it almost seems
To me that I am there.
O, Ireland! O, Ireland!
We're never far apart,
For you and all your beauty
Fill my mind and touch my heart.

Inspiration:

The great advantage of being a writer is that you can spy on people. You’re there, listening to every word, but part of you is observing. Everything is useful to a writer, you see—every scrap, even the longest and most boring of luncheon parties. ~Graham Greene

Must Remember:

"I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide." -- Harper Lee